On a separate note, I learned today from my therapist that she is not well and hasn't been well all these many months that I knew something was wrong but kept thinking it was me. I have been pressing her, repeatedly and for months, about what is going on. So today, she asked, would it help to know my diagnosis? It felt like a slap, so I didn't say yes, even though I do want to know. I think if people--not just therapists--are going to keep things to themselves, they should understand how other people are going to be confused by not knowing why things are different about them and some people (like me) would be hurt, thinking all kinds of things about it.